The Perfect Piece


In terms of life, this year has been pretty good to me so far. I wanted to make a huge effort to spend far more time on the coast with my family after a few years of whirlwinds and personal growth. Weekends on the coast normally go like this; friday afternoons commence our travels from work, often leaving us caught up on snarled motorways. Late arrivals in the evening, followed by over enthusiastic catchups with my godparents over new headwear finds and awesome feedback from customers at TSnook. We easily loose hours to these brainstorming sessions, finding the early hours looming. A long time ago when my parents returned to the UK we stayed at the shop with the family as we found our direction once again. The guest room, in the front of the building is one of the oldest parts of the house, and after a hefty glass of fermented granache, the shadows play tricks on the eye. I wake up to the market stalls setting up for the saturday antique market sprawled between South Street over onto West Street. It's a familiar bustle, and as the house awakens, there's a soothing calmness watching tradesmen set up. As the shop opens, I sneak peeks at the knowledge the team share with customers. I secretly love the moments when the customers catch me to ask questions, I love getting caught up in their browsing conversations, hearing about the expectations they have from a new hat or jacket. 

 

One rainy evening as the shop prepared to close, I found beautiful peace watching customers find their perfect piece...